<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990</id><updated>2012-01-30T16:13:54.099-06:00</updated><category term='A Blog of My Own'/><category term='children'/><category term='NRS'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='Karate Kid'/><category term='baby'/><category term='princess'/><category term='suck'/><category term='Wordless  Wednesday'/><category term='scares'/><category term='ABC&apos;s  123&apos;s'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='single parent'/><category term='QC Mama'/><category term='Never Forget'/><category term='Grilling Goodness'/><title type='text'>Life &amp;Times of a QCMAMA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-380043349095771020</id><published>2011-11-16T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:57:40.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>525,600 Minutes</title><summary type='text'>That's how long it has been since you left.  Seems like just yesterday, seems like it was over 10 years ago.  Every day I miss you.  Everyday I want to pick up the phone and call you.  Every time I go to the store I want to turn right to your house instead of left to mine. I still haven't been able to drive down your street.  I am dreading Halloween cause tradition is going to your neighborhood. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/380043349095771020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=380043349095771020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/380043349095771020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/380043349095771020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/525600-minutes.html' title='525,600 Minutes'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-2821393077314566332</id><published>2011-11-14T23:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:31:59.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems to bethat every time something starts going right,and I think I am going to be ok and that things may be looking up.Every time I get my hopes up just a little.  Something happens and it all comes crashing down. Happy holidays to me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2821393077314566332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=2821393077314566332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2821393077314566332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2821393077314566332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-seems-to-be-that-every-time.html' title=''/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-6424711065724381981</id><published>2011-09-14T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:33:32.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things your photographer won't tell you</title><summary type='text'>I decided to write a fun post.  Similar to the Reader's Digest "Things your ____ Won't Tell You"  Photographers edition.  I have asked all my photographer friends for their input and here is what I have come up with.Things your photographer won't tell you1. We don't believe for one second that your 1,2,3,4 week old smiles all the time for photos at home on command.  We just smile and nod and make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6424711065724381981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=6424711065724381981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6424711065724381981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6424711065724381981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2011/09/25-things-your-photographer-wont-tell.html' title='25 Things your photographer won&apos;t tell you'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-7988651444756357971</id><published>2011-08-23T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:43:42.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaitlynn</title><summary type='text'>Kaitlynn, a photo by qcmama on Flickr.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7988651444756357971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=7988651444756357971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/7988651444756357971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/7988651444756357971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/kaitlynn.html' title='Kaitlynn'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6072/6066708457_171024632e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-8669187556073085149</id><published>2011-08-23T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:21:40.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single parent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suck'/><title type='text'>Being a single mom is Hard!</title><summary type='text'>	I am a single mom.  I have been officially for almost 5 years.  When I think about it though I have been a single mom for a lot longer.  There was the year and half my ex husband was in Iraq, and the 3rd shift work.  He just wasn't around much.  It was what it was and that is that. 	I miss the days of being able to jump in the car kid free to run to the gas station, or the grocery store and be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8669187556073085149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=8669187556073085149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8669187556073085149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8669187556073085149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/being-single-mom-is-hard.html' title='Being a single mom is Hard!'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-7813171533817802902</id><published>2011-08-17T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:04:54.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Son</title><summary type='text'>Dear Bryan,	I first met you when you were 5 months old.  Your parents had come back from Louisiana to visit their families.  Your dad and I had been friends for a very long time so of course I stopped by to see him and you.   You were so cute and smiley.  So roly-poly in your red short overalls and striped shirt underneath.  You were very happy just to sit and smile at everyone.  So cute.	The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7813171533817802902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=7813171533817802902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/7813171533817802902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/7813171533817802902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-my-son.html' title='To my Son'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-334780220291491699</id><published>2010-12-01T08:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:59:29.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Generations</title><summary type='text'>taken on my Grandma's 82nd Birthday.  I am so thankful I have all the memories I do with her in them.  I miss her so very much.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/334780220291491699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=334780220291491699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/334780220291491699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/334780220291491699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-generations.html' title='4 Generations'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TPZimnDvxZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8VxxpuubjWI/s72-c/471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-4586892675237777216</id><published>2010-11-24T10:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:01:04.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurora Gifts on The Angel Forever</title><summary type='text'>One of my most favorite bloggers and my friend THEANGELFOREVER just did a review on aurora gifts.  You should go check it out and let her know qcmama sent you. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4586892675237777216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=4586892675237777216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4586892675237777216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4586892675237777216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/11/aurora-gifts-on-angel-forever.html' title='Aurora Gifts on The Angel Forever'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-8770033151918472276</id><published>2010-08-12T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:51:14.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to see your face again</title><summary type='text'>    When I moved back from Indiana to my hometown I was starting my sophomore year in high school.  It wasn't so scary because I knew a lot of people from Jr. High and grade school and had kept in touch with a few friends.  They had met new people in the year I was gone but I was welcomed back like I had never left.  I just kind of folded in.      One of the friends that I was introduced to was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8770033151918472276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=8770033151918472276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8770033151918472276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8770033151918472276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-to-see-your-face-again.html' title='I want to see your face again'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-4499012988357482791</id><published>2010-08-10T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:33:49.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wanting to make some changes.</title><summary type='text'>I am wanting to move my blog to a different site. One that where I can own the domain. However I am at a complete loss on how to do this and keep everything that is here.  I need a webmaster :(  My goal for the next year is to amp up my blog, get more readers, maybe do some reviews, write more often and just make it more kick ass in general.  I know this is a short post but I don't have much more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4499012988357482791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=4499012988357482791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4499012988357482791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4499012988357482791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/wanting-to-make-some-changes.html' title='wanting to make some changes.'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-130958852872529343</id><published>2010-07-29T15:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:21:45.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go check out my friend Angel!</title><summary type='text'>So over there somewhere on the left of my blog there is a link to THE ANGEL FOREVER  She is pretty cool, I've known her and her family for over 7 years now. Crazy huh? Well she just posted a giveaway for the book "Potty Animals"  so if you have little ones that are about to be potty trained, or older ones that might need a few reminders then, well go check her out.  :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/130958852872529343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=130958852872529343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/130958852872529343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/130958852872529343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-check-out-my-friend-angel.html' title='Go check out my friend Angel!'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-6110280420089057470</id><published>2010-06-24T16:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:14:33.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Goin’ on  a Boat!</title><summary type='text'>I know the last few days I got all umm…I don't know sad like I guess.  I guess I am just trying to work through things in my own way and when I put them down on paper, or screen rather, They're not swimming around in my head anymore and I feel a little bit better. JSo sorry for being such a Debby Downer.         I read a few blogs, I have my favorites, their buttons are over there on the left. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6110280420089057470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=6110280420089057470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6110280420089057470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6110280420089057470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-goin-on-boat.html' title='I’m Goin’ on  a Boat!'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-6081845486454963945</id><published>2010-06-24T16:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:14:15.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He’s Leaving On A Jet  Plane, Don’t Know If He’ll Be Back Again</title><summary type='text'>  I read a book the other day about a soldier's account of his time in Iraq.   It told of his missions and what he saw and what went through his  mind while he was overseas.  It was interesting, it was scary, it was so sad.  It gave me an inside look, a first hand account of what my husband went through in the year he was gone.  It made me wonder.  How would my book read, my first hand account of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6081845486454963945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=6081845486454963945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6081845486454963945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6081845486454963945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/06/hes-leaving-on-jet-plane-dont-know-if.html' title='He’s Leaving On A Jet  Plane, Don’t Know If He’ll Be Back Again'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-782840796568218590</id><published>2010-06-24T16:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:13:45.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><summary type='text'>I used to be a wife.  That seems like a lifetime ago and I guess really it was.   I knew from the time I was 13 that I was going to marry him.  He was my first love.  When I was 19 my childhood dreams came true.  We were married in the back room of a church in Vernon Parish Louisiana.  Our first year together was great, in March we found out we were having our first, his second, baby.   In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/782840796568218590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=782840796568218590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/782840796568218590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/782840796568218590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/06/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-7315179258699909532</id><published>2010-06-12T00:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T01:12:19.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March for Babies, yes I know its late.</title><summary type='text'>I took this picture of Nick while we were on the March of Dimes March for Babies.  We walked and I told him and Kait the story of baby Madeline and baby Mimi and all about how some babies are born too early and noone really knows why.  Nick stopped picked up a flower and made a wish that all babies are born healthy and when they are supposed to be so that no other parents have to lose their baby </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7315179258699909532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=7315179258699909532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/7315179258699909532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/7315179258699909532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/06/march-for-babies-yes-i-know-its-late.html' title='March for Babies, yes I know its late.'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TBMahdS1eKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/24zW0I_7VC4/s72-c/A+WISH+FOR+MADDIE2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3631355893035883522</id><published>2010-04-10T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:45:19.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Kid Saturday,</title><summary type='text'>Dear Nick,     This has been a rough year for you.  Your best friend has been going through chemo and you don't quite understand why you can't see him.  Your big brother is living far away and we haven't been able to see him since August. And because of your dad's work schedule you don't get to visit him too often.  And now we are moving...again.  You are such a trooper though. I know you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3631355893035883522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3631355893035883522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3631355893035883522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3631355893035883522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-kid-saturday.html' title='Dear Kid Saturday,'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-2849891487697559288</id><published>2010-03-12T12:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:47:59.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever have that one place as a kid or even as an adult that you knew you could always go to no matter what? Home right? Where you grew up, or maybe a special fort in the back yard or maybe you could just close your eyes and imagine it.  I grew up in different apartments, I never thought anything wrong with it but I was always a little jealous of my friends who had houses.  That's why I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2849891487697559288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=2849891487697559288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2849891487697559288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2849891487697559288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-434031339287816712</id><published>2010-01-10T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:26:08.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survey from "Aunt Becky"</title><summary type='text'>I'm doin a survey today folks thanks to Becky over at Mommy Wants Vodka. Check it out. Check her out, its good times!"1) Dave and I have a long-standing feud over cheese in a can. He thinks it’s food of The Gods while I think it’s probably Of The Devil. Your take?       I really don't know about cheese in a can..I guess its ok. I don't regularly buy it but Ill eat it if it is offered.2) Is there </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mommywantsvodka.com/?p=3230' title='A Survey from &quot;Aunt Becky&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/434031339287816712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=434031339287816712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/434031339287816712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/434031339287816712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2010/01/survey-from-aunt-becky.html' title='A Survey from &quot;Aunt Becky&quot;'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-1135695059878055227</id><published>2009-07-21T12:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:32:24.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairs of Doom</title><summary type='text'>2 summers ago I decided to fly myself and my 2 kids to Houston to see my dad. The flight had a 2 hour layover in Detroit. Not fun!  So I decided to get the oh so lovely kid leashes.  I don't like them, but thought what the hey, 2 kids, busy airport, I'll suck it up.  We left from Midway in Chicago.  My friend was kind enough to stuff all of us and all of our crap into her car and drive the 3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1135695059878055227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=1135695059878055227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1135695059878055227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1135695059878055227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/stairs-of-doom.html' title='Stairs of Doom'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-7909104728211406031</id><published>2009-06-25T09:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:43:24.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been about a week since I last updated my little space on the net. I really need to start doing this more often.  :)  We are all unpacked, ok so most of the boxes are shoved into closets until I can figure out where I want to put the abundance of CRAP I have aquired.  I started out my journey to Single Mommy Hood with not a whole lot of anything.  And moving oh about a billion times since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7909104728211406031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=7909104728211406031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/7909104728211406031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/7909104728211406031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-about-week-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3890611814047489846</id><published>2009-06-18T13:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:44:05.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QC Mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Five Days since you Laughed at me.</title><summary type='text'>Hello bloggers!  How has everyone been?  Things have been busy busy in the land on the river.    First back  in April we started looking for a new(bigger) place to call home.  Our 2bedroom closet just wasn't hacking it anymore.  So we started searching, the  kids and I.  I found quite a few places most of which were either A. Ratholes, or B. WAAAAY out of our price range.  While I would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3890611814047489846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3890611814047489846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3890611814047489846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3890611814047489846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/five-days-since-you-laughed-at-me.html' title='Five Days since you Laughed at me.'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-152115841450415823</id><published>2009-06-05T07:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:00:07.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karate Depot</title><summary type='text'>I have been looking for affordable sparring gear for my Karate Kid since he started back in December.  Most places want a ridiculous amount of money for these things.  But he has not been able to get the  most out of his classes.  In researching online I came across the Karate Depot.  They have lots of affordable options for gear and other fun things for anyone in the martial arts.  Stop by and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/152115841450415823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=152115841450415823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/152115841450415823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/152115841450415823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/karate-depot.html' title='Karate Depot'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-6216612407655958153</id><published>2009-05-28T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:44:59.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the grammy goes to.....</title><summary type='text'>I have always been able to better describe how I am feeling through songs.  It just makes it a little  easier to me.  So here you go, read on, now if I could just get the nerve to send it to the 1 person I actually want to read it. :(Suppose I called you up tonight and told you that I loved you  And suppose I said "I wanna come back home".  And suppose I cried and said "I think I finally learned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6216612407655958153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=6216612407655958153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6216612407655958153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6216612407655958153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-grammy-goes-to.html' title='And the grammy goes to.....'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-8950077805541702170</id><published>2009-05-14T20:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:07:57.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk, Walk, Walkity Walk</title><summary type='text'>I have been reading my friend Angels blog about walking with Leslie Sansone for a while now. She got me interested in what sounded like a fun time. So I bit the bullet. I need to get into shape anyway. I went to the local Best Buy and I looked at all of their fitness tapes. They had some strip tease ones, which did look like fun. :) Then I found their section all about Leslie. I had to make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8950077805541702170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=8950077805541702170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8950077805541702170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8950077805541702170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-walk-walkity-walk.html' title='Walk, Walk, Walkity Walk'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/SgzC2LFP14I/AAAAAAAAADo/B6oeUPIUb5s/s72-c/B0010V60XY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-8076456219267544779</id><published>2009-05-07T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:06:20.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture, Picture</title><summary type='text'>I don't pretend to be a super awesome better than anyone photographer, but I think I do a pretty good job.... Obviously those above are not cropped or rotated, they are the raw image.  But I take pride in what I do.  Bad photography bugs me.  I can't help but think of how it could be better.  But I can't help but look at it.   I love looking at other photographers work.  Right now all I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8076456219267544779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=8076456219267544779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8076456219267544779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8076456219267544779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-picture.html' title='Picture, Picture'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/SgL34AqLC0I/AAAAAAAAADg/p_DrFA4wrQw/s72-c/0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-678603442327215473</id><published>2009-04-29T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:38:01.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WW: The Great Lawnmower Race...AND THE WINNER IS!!!!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/678603442327215473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=678603442327215473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/678603442327215473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/678603442327215473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/ww-great-lawnmower-raceand-winner-is.html' title='WW: The Great Lawnmower Race...AND THE WINNER IS!!!!'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/SfhYIYwHVuI/AAAAAAAAADI/PZIUK1mF1iY/s72-c/downsized_0418091540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-2113282420157151586</id><published>2009-04-22T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:33:23.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Madeline</title><summary type='text'>About a week ago my friend Angel posted a blog about the passing of a very brave, very beautiful little girl.  If you are a frequent flyer in the blog world I am sure you heard about Madeline.  Her eyes grab you as you look through her pictures.  Her mom's words are amazing to read.  Her Dad blogs too.  His words are racked with the grief he is feeling.  I cry every time I read one of their blogs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2113282420157151586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=2113282420157151586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2113282420157151586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2113282420157151586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-madeline.html' title='For Madeline'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-5181666613342438335</id><published>2009-04-19T23:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:57:46.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Asked Me To....</title><summary type='text'>If tomorrow you asked me to run...I would say "How Far?"If you asked me to jump..I would ask "How High?"If next week you said...Forget...I would respond "Already Done."If you asked me to love you forever...I would say " I Always Have!"But tomorrow, or Today, or next week...can't change the fact that you don't really want to.you just pretend you do. And I am the one who keeps getting hurt I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5181666613342438335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=5181666613342438335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/5181666613342438335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/5181666613342438335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-asked-me-to.html' title='If You Asked Me To....'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-570944249065720254</id><published>2009-04-17T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:31:44.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grilling Goodness'/><title type='text'>Friday's Grill</title><summary type='text'>Hello  Everyone.  Today is Friday! YAY!  and thanks to Tina over at Grilling Goodness I've got a few fun questions for you. If you want to get in on the fun head on over to her blog and check it out.1. Do you prefer reality tv or dramas or comedies?  I usually end up watching dramas, but I watch a few of the others too. :)  I watch Numb3rs, SVU, Ghost Whisperer.  Things like that but I also like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/570944249065720254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=570944249065720254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/570944249065720254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/570944249065720254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/fridays-grill.html' title='Friday&apos;s Grill'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3612842753670314324</id><published>2009-04-13T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:09:49.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What I ended up finding was myselfand that high school hasn´t changedThose girls are still therethe ones that,even as you grow up,.will remainthe most beautiful girls...             you have ever seen close up."Have you ever felt that way? You see someone so dropdead gorgeous you know that  there is no way that you will ever compare  to their beauty.  I used to feel so ugly in school.  For  alot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3612842753670314324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3612842753670314324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3612842753670314324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3612842753670314324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-ended-up-finding-was-myself-and.html' title=''/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-6870376901918182955</id><published>2009-04-03T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:17:58.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a little girl I was  completely infatuated with the band New Kids on the Block.  I loved them.  I had music and posters and shirts and games and dolls and well you get the idea. :)  Last year they announced their reunion tour!  I was so excited.  I even downloaded some of their new stuff  to my computer.  Last night they were in my little town on the river.  And I got given the opportunity to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6870376901918182955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=6870376901918182955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6870376901918182955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6870376901918182955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-little-girl-i-was-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/SdZglYG8dWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2i3Mfn6Btjw/s72-c/2638_81072721419_659501419_2936327_3646912_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-1824252355457164504</id><published>2009-04-01T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:20:09.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless  Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karate Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NRS'/><title type='text'>KarateKid</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1824252355457164504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=1824252355457164504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1824252355457164504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1824252355457164504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/karatekid.html' title='KarateKid'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/SdL1kCyzMVI/AAAAAAAAACo/1tXrbh_5tyw/s72-c/2641_1081619334234_1638845584_209907_4139405_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-1742265518608467512</id><published>2009-03-31T08:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:54:34.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tardy, Tardy</title><summary type='text'>My kids have been in school for a while now.  This is K's first year and she loves Kindergarten.  N is in the 2nd grade and really likes it too, for the most part anyway. The 2 of them have been going to the same school since  K was 18 months old.  I love that everyone there knows my kids, knows what they have gone through in the last few years and understands.  That is the reason I fought to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1742265518608467512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=1742265518608467512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1742265518608467512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1742265518608467512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/tardy-tardy.html' title='Tardy, Tardy'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3699205014787714313</id><published>2009-03-26T23:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:48:21.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karate Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NRS'/><title type='text'>Scariest Moment of My Life</title><summary type='text'>My good friend Angel  posted an Aloha Friday question on her blog today. What is the scariest moment of your life so far? If you are a parent, does it have something to do with your children?  It was way too much to type out in her comment section so here is my answerI would have to say the scariest moment of my life was with my Karate Kid.  He was about 2 and I was pregnant with the Princess.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3699205014787714313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3699205014787714313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3699205014787714313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3699205014787714313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/scariest-moment-of-my-life.html' title='Scariest Moment of My Life'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3479271728299384271</id><published>2009-03-23T23:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:00:20.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning?</title><summary type='text'>For a long time now I have thought about packing up and moving to Texas.  My dad and his family live down there.  Everytime I think about it I just get this feeling that I am supposed to be there.  I am scared though.  Scared to move and be alone, be without my best friends that I have had pretty close to my whole life.  I am scared to move my kids away from their families and friends.  Scared </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3479271728299384271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3479271728299384271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3479271728299384271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3479271728299384271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning?'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-4217926017636965229</id><published>2009-03-16T02:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:08:27.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have any of you ever known someone, or maybe not known them but know of them, that every time you see them your heart seems to skip a beat and you almost feel like you lost your breath?  Obviously I have someone that I feel like  that whenever I see them or hear them or really even just think about them.  Actually anytime anyone brings up his name my normal response is "He's Hot!!!"  But this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4217926017636965229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=4217926017636965229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4217926017636965229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4217926017636965229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-any-of-you-ever-known-someone-or.html' title=''/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3684534685237815536</id><published>2009-03-11T15:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:47:02.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Black Mold Grows.....</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I went to put The Baby down for her nap in my room.  Usually at naptime I lay her on my bed, I put her inside the playpen and she fell right to sleep.  About 30 minutes later I heard what I thought was a garbage bag tip over out on the back steps.  Kindof odd but it could happen.  A few minutes after that The baby starts fussing so I go into my room to get her and find.....  Now for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3684534685237815536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3684534685237815536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3684534685237815536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3684534685237815536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-black-mold-grows.html' title='Where the Black Mold Grows.....'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/SbgdXUTFfvI/AAAAAAAAABw/vrVj12Rajwc/s72-c/0310091401a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-8803393603164248739</id><published>2009-03-09T20:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:21:29.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Eat Free...kindof</title><summary type='text'>My friends and I have found that the best ways to go out to eat, are to go on "kids eat free" nights.  We have figured out which restaurants have what and on what night.  Usually we just go to 2 and we don't go every week but sometimes you just have to eat out and those of you with kids know that it sometimes, ok most of the time, isn't worth it to buy a full meal for a picky eater.   A couple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8803393603164248739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=8803393603164248739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8803393603164248739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8803393603164248739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-eat-freekindof.html' title='Kids Eat Free...kindof'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-2781480612605213680</id><published>2009-03-08T19:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:10:43.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know being a photographer I have to say we get the craziest people and they sometimes come in saying the craziest things and want weird looking stuff too!  The customer is always right so I usually have to smile and nod and say "yeah that looks great!" when I am using every ounce of strength I have to resist saying "that is maybe the dumbest thing I have ever seen"  People want a sheet with 3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2781480612605213680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=2781480612605213680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2781480612605213680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2781480612605213680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-being-photographer-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/SbRsiHfmm7I/AAAAAAAAABg/XRVyRENhsUw/s72-c/Nikon-D60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-4927961282698764872</id><published>2009-03-06T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:17:11.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. What do you do when you get mad?   It depends on what I am mad about.  I will usually call and vent to a friend until I feel better.  I love you guys!2. Do you wash your hair everyday?Usually3. How often do you speak to your parents?   I talk to my mom everyday!  I usually talk to my dad a couple times a month.4. Your nails - painted or nude? Nude, I bite my nails too much to paint them5. What</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4927961282698764872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=4927961282698764872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4927961282698764872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4927961282698764872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3039356935346488382</id><published>2009-03-06T15:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:08:08.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need of a Hobby!</title><summary type='text'>It is gorgeous outside right now. I should be outside enjoying it.  But instead I find it way to stressful to do anything outside with 3 kids.  Everything I want to do with #1 and #2 I can't do with #3.  If I take them to the park there isn't a whole lot that the baby can do there besides maybe swing.  That means I can't go help the other kids or just play with them.  If I just go for a walk, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3039356935346488382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3039356935346488382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3039356935346488382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3039356935346488382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-need-of-hobby.html' title='In Need of a Hobby!'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-6632082112155117220</id><published>2009-03-05T17:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:27:06.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Source Cleaner</title><summary type='text'>My Friend Angel just posted a Blog about this awesome cleaner!  They have everything you could possibly need to clean a house greenly!  How cool is that!  Go check it out!  Tell her A.Berry sent ya!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6632082112155117220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=6632082112155117220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6632082112155117220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/6632082112155117220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/natures-source-cleaner.html' title='Nature&apos;s Source Cleaner'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-2194191727364282855</id><published>2009-03-02T20:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:30:54.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it has been WAAY too long!</title><summary type='text'>Hello fellow bloggers! It has been way too long since my last blogging adventure. :) Alot has changed at the river's bend too!In November me and the kiddies moved out of grandma's house and got us our own place. It is small, but it is cute and better than that...It's ours! I can run around naked if I really wanted to, ok Idon't but I could.In December Buzz got a dog. He was so suprised!  His name</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2194191727364282855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=2194191727364282855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2194191727364282855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/2194191727364282855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-it-has-been-waay-too-long.html' title='I think it has been WAAY too long!'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3094715930004205329</id><published>2008-10-01T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:53:31.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Rhapsody (WW)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3094715930004205329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3094715930004205329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3094715930004205329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3094715930004205329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-rhapsody-ww.html' title='Baby Rhapsody (WW)'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/SOOOxiKwZBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tRUNRjdmibs/s72-c/my+new+camera+053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-4830704820245852322</id><published>2008-09-25T13:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:52:18.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive and Forget.</title><summary type='text'>As most of you know I have started going back to school.  One of my classes is my speech class, which is an 8 week course.  I am in week 5 and I have been kicking butt. Getting A's and doing really really well.  Then today I realized I had a date wrong and I missed the deadline for 2 assignments! :(  I am so very disappointed in myself. That is 40 points I have missed, 50 total.  So now no matter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4830704820245852322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=4830704820245852322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4830704820245852322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4830704820245852322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgive-and-forget.html' title='Forgive and Forget.'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3685009770199039492</id><published>2008-09-24T12:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:27:11.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><summary type='text'> Thanks  to The Angel Forever  for showing me all the fun that comes with Wordless Wednesday!  Check back next week for more wordless fun. :)A.Berry</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3685009770199039492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3685009770199039492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3685009770199039492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3685009770199039492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/SNp39aL16-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UAEHRMq1KmI/s72-c/Fun+at+Home+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-1603374550033860184</id><published>2008-09-21T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:32:03.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABC&apos;s  123&apos;s'/><title type='text'>R says rrrrr...</title><summary type='text'>Comment and I’ll give you a letter. You’ll then have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After that, post this meme in your blog to give out letters of your own.I got given the letter R1. Rabbits2. Raphael, from TMNT3. Rebates4. Rainbows5. Rainstorms6. Regular #15 from Hungry Hobo.7. Rings8. RockWars on Myspace9. Roses10. RecyclingThanks to The Angel Forever who sent me the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1603374550033860184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=1603374550033860184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1603374550033860184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1603374550033860184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/r-says-rrrrr.html' title='R says rrrrr...'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-3272921650652043760</id><published>2008-09-21T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:48:02.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>A Night Out</title><summary type='text'>So, for the first time in wow, I don't know how long, probably at least since high school. I went on a date! It was a blind date with my friend's 'insulation guy' yep that is all I knew him as, ' T the insulation guy' my friend thought it would be a great idea to set me up. She promised me that he was a 'hottie' and really nice. Since I have a tendency to attract losers, I hoped she would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3272921650652043760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=3272921650652043760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3272921650652043760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/3272921650652043760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-for-first-time-in-wow-i-dont-know.html' title='A Night Out'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-8688247491319426865</id><published>2008-09-11T10:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:11:46.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Forget'/><title type='text'>I Will Never Forget</title><summary type='text'>Today I took the kids to school and noticed the flag at half-staff.  For a second I wondered why, then I remembered the date.  Has it really been 7 years since America was attacked? It doesn't seem possible.  I remember that day, I remember getting a phone call and being told to turn on the TV.  And I remember being in total disbelief and then just hugging my baby, since Buzz was not even 1 yet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8688247491319426865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=8688247491319426865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8688247491319426865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/8688247491319426865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-never-forget.html' title='I Will Never Forget'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-1025553413146364621</id><published>2008-09-09T08:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:19:45.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down on Grandma's Farm...</title><summary type='text'>This weekend we had a family reunion down in Nowhereville MO.   I hadn't been down there to see all my family since Princess was a little bitty baby and hadn't seen my great grandma's farm since she passed away in 2002.  We had so much fun!  My little munchkins got to meet all the other family munchkins and they played and played and were very sad when it was time to say goodbye.  My grandma was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1025553413146364621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=1025553413146364621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1025553413146364621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/1025553413146364621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/down-on-grandmas-farm.html' title='Down on Grandma&apos;s Farm...'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-5471952076678301930</id><published>2008-09-04T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:01:13.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blog of My Own'/><title type='text'>My Very Own Blog</title><summary type='text'>Everyone of my friends tell me all the time I need a blog. I mean other than MySpace. SO here we are. Blogging away. I don't have much to talk about today, but believe me I will. With 3 kids, going back to school and work, there will be tons to talk about. So keep coming back and check up on us all.A. Berry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5471952076678301930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1348489567010993990&amp;postID=5471952076678301930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/5471952076678301930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/5471952076678301930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-very-own-blog.html' title='My Very Own Blog'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348489567010993990.post-4200822653433064640</id><published>2008-08-08T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:27:50.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QC Mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karate Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>The life and Times of a QC Family</title><summary type='text'>Hello Everybody! I am A.Berry. Let me introduce youto the little ones...First we have NRS aka The Karate Kid. N is 8 years old and working towards his blackbelt in Karate at a local Dojo. He is a great student and a pretty good kid to have around. He is also an awesome big brother to his 2 little sisters. KLS AKA Princess and MJS aka MJ or just Baby. K is 5 years old and in Kindergarten. She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4200822653433064640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348489567010993990/posts/default/4200822653433064640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qcmommysadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-and-times-of-qc-family.html' title='The life and Times of a QC Family'/><author><name>QCMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12795560402765948004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CTNTwPN9ikw/TGRfYcA6qLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NiBAdpDtcWE/S220/DSC_0463.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
